The Dark Queen of White 1.35

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For a full moon period, the dwarfs could not revive the Princess. Doc searched the scrolls and also sent out messages to the others, but no one replied. Merlin’ reply was unwelcoming. The seven dwarfs placed the Princess inside a glass display case. They had her case placed inside a cavern inside the mining cave, surrounded by precious gems and ores. The dwarfs of Mirg had come to pay their respect as if she was dead, or she was actually in the state of sleep.

“Doc of Mirg, we came not only to pay our respect to her. We came to asked you to revive the Clan. Since the last season, the dwarfs had been attacked by Ogres, and also the Elves. We had a truce but they are not adhering to it.” The one who spoke was a older dwarf with his heavy beard named Biffy. He was also a member of the old Council.

“I stand by Biffy.” Another senior dwarf supported the motion. “I had seen those Elves. They are vicious and had killed one of my mates.”

Soon the dwarfs of Mirg had agreed to be re-united and called on the battle to regain their honor. They did not notice the arrival of a charming man in the leather suit. He stepped up and soon approached the glass case. He was stopped by a dwarf who viewed Man also as an enemy of theirs.

“Leave, Man of the realm.” The dwarf told the leather man.

“I am not any man. I am Prince William of Carven. It’s a small kingdom on the far side of the forest.” Carven was a breakaway of the lands under King Thaddeus. During Queen Clarity rule, it had broken off but because of its insignificant land but the Lord Carven had nurtured it with some good allies. Prince William was on one of his trip to bring in more allies, when he heard of the sleeping Princess.

“I come to see her and then would leave.” Prince William told the dwarf. The dwarf was to challenged him when another walked up.

“Let him be, Grumpy. He is a Prince and may be a friend.” Doc told the other. With that, Prince William approached the case. He looked in and saw the Princess.

She was beautiful.

She was so young to die.

No, she was still breathing.

The Prince did the unthinkable. He pulled and pushed the lid off the glass case. It fell off the side and shattered into pieces. The loud sound of the breaking glass vibrated off the other sides of the glass case, and caused them to vibrate. It all collapsed down on the ground, and it was a loud boom. At that moment, the sound penetrated through the magical veil that covered the Princess, and jolted her from the sleep. The apple piece was removed of its spell and it woke her up. She looked up and saw the Prince staring at her.

It was like her dream.

A Prince to save her.

Well, a dusty and dirtied Prince in his suit may still suffice.

The Prince leaned down to kiss her.

The Princess pout her lips for his.

His lips landed on her left cheek and then he smiled.

“Your cheek look rosy.”

The Princess smiled.

He had not seen other parts of me which as rosy too.

The scene of affection was soon infected with violence when Doc and Grumpy wrestle the Prince to the ground.

“How could you open the glass case?” They had the right to complaint as they took days to construct the glass case.

“Dwarfs, stop the fight. He saved me.” The Princess shouted out. The dwarfs stopped their battering of the Prince and looked to the Princess.

“Snow White’s alive.” Doc shouted out in a jubilant mood. Grumpy also snarled up one of his rare laughter. Prince William pulled himself up and walked over to the Princess. His face looked as it was suffering from allergy attacks.

“Are those your friends or relatives?” Prince William asked.

“Those? More like body guards. But I would leave them outside the chamber next time.” Snow White replied.

In another part of the land, Queen Clarity opened her eyes to see her herself back in her own chamber. She tried to move her body but it ached all over. Part of her right leg was in bandages. She looked to the side of her bedding and saw the healers.

“My Queen, you are awake.” The Chief Healer spoke to her. “It was the huntsman who brought you back. He found you in the gorge and saved you.”

The Queen pulled herself up and sat by the pillow. She asked the healers of her conditions.

“You had some broken bones, but the leg was bad. You may not be able to walk for a while.” The Healer held back his tongue to tell her that she would be limping for the rest of her life. “But you would be fine soon.”

“Who is the Huntsman that saved me” Queen Clarity asked.

“It’s I, my Queen.” Gaerth stepped from the far corner. “I was posted to that area, and saw your body. I carried you back here.”

Queen Clarity looked at the man she had banished from her life. Yet he had saved her once more. She then spoke to the healers on her condition, ignoring the huntsman. Gaerth took the excuse to leave the chamber and walked to his horse at the stable. He met Alan Bates on the way.

“Is the Queen alright?” Alan asked.

“Yes, she would be fine. I am leaving for the forest to resume my tasks.” Gaerth mount the horse and rode off without another word. Once he had reached the forest, his mind trailed back to the Queen. He had found her when he rode along the stream in the gorge. He saw at first was a lady but later identified her as the Queen. She was too weak to travel, so he build a camp there and shelter her. He had dressed her wounds as neatly as he was trained. The right leg bone was broken in three places, so he fashioned a splint for her. He then waited for her recover for the ride back to the castle. During the night, she had bouts of fever and was talking in her sleep. She called out his name many times in her feverish state, but he did not reply to her. He just held her like the old days till she was asleep.

Gaerth since his banishment had given up on his drinking and resumed his task as the Huntsman. He had slowly mend his body and was then a much improved person. He soon took the Queen back and the rest was known.

“Huntsman!” Gaerth heard the call, and saw the old hunter who lived in the dark forest.

“I heard of the Princess in the glass case.” There were rumors of such, but Gaerth had ignored it. “She had been rescued by a Prince.”

Gaerth smiled at the mention. It seems the rumor had improved in its contents every time he hears of it.

“They said the Princess was Snow White.”

The mention of the name Snow White, hit his mind like mallet on the metal. He asked the old hunter of the location of the glass case. He gave the huntsman the directions and Gaerth rode to seek the Princess he was to kill.